omar epps you’re crazy man! (makaveli) you know what? when you said that last time i was kind a trippin right, but now you’re right, i am crazy but you know what else? i dont give a f-ck

(verse 1 makaveli) check it out is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings i can make a million and still not get enough of spending and since my life is based on sinnin, i’m h-llbound rather be buried than be worried, livin held down my game plan to be trained heavy, military mind of a thug lord, sittin in the cemetary cryin, i’ve been lost since my adolescence, callin to jesus ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us young black male, crack sales got me three strikes livin in jail, this is h-ll, enemies die wonder when we all p-ss is anybody listenin? got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody’s b-tchin please god can you understand me, bless my family guide us all, before we fall into insanity i make it a point, to make my peep b-mpin warlike drop some sh-t, to make these stupid b-tches jaws tight

(chorus) go, n-gg-s wanna get it on, let’s fight! i got some n-gg-s in my click that make thay mother f-cking jaws tight now go, n-gg-s wanna get it on, let’s fight i got some n-gg-s in my click that make thay mother f-cking jaws tight (repeatx2)

(makaveli talkin) you gotta sn-tch some collars, and let them motherf-ckers know you’re there to take them out

(verse 2 xzibit) the love is lost, the gloves is off so figure, what side you tryin’ be on, the barrel or the trigger, a gang of n-gg-z talking the talk, but ain’t walking the straight line, they trying to hide behind the one time. f-ck being scared and constantly with security, i ain’t afraid of whatever you f-ggots try to do to me, shoot at me, try to corner me, orderlies try to get at me, flip it like fake ident-ties, sticking it to my enemies. and have you running for your motherf-cking lives, till they put me in a courtroom fighting for mine, the only reason i got foes that used to be friends, when n-gg-z mumble under their breathe, i’m under their skin. i pray for the strength to handle what my city bring, better stand for something, or your bound to fall for anything, the pitfalls, the pot holes, i spit flows that generate straight crack sales, we got those, one hitter quitter split a n-gg- like a embryo, bring it to your crib, to your kids, to your video shoot. give me the loot, my dudes all paid up, the half -ssed getting rat packed and sprayed up, you say “what?”, speak up punk i can’t hear you, your transparent, reynold’s wrap, i’m seeing clear through, pray for my down fall, talk like hoes, mister rap rap the gauge and kick in the door, and motherf-ckers tryin say i can’t rap no more, like one monkey gonna stop the show. lets go!